Fame Crazy (Sequel to Strings Attached)

Chapter 121

Castiel actually does get a lot done in those four hours Dean spends in bed. It's just not really what he wanted to get done. He finished that book he was writing in Wattpad, not that he's going to publish it. It'll just stay in his drafts; the one completed but unpublished book.

Then he tried to write a new song, which he hasn't done in probably a week, and that wasn't happening. He tried, but he just couldn't find the motivation, so he just sat there for a while in silence.

Eventually, he just gave up and started playing other people's songs instead. Pumped Up Kicks, Firework, Walk This Way, Bitch Better Have My Money — the classics.

"I'm half expecting you to start singing Beyoncé," Dean jokes from behind him.

Without acknowledging his existence, Castiel spontaneously starts singing, "All the single ladies, all the sin—"

"But you're not single or a lady," Dean reminds him.

"Oh, true," Castiel agrees, then modifies it while completely fibbing the guitar chords, "All the taken fellas, all the taken fellas, all —"

"You ruined it," Dean tells him. "You completely ruined the song. I hope you're proud of yourself."

"Hey, no one can ruin Beyoncé," Castiel says. "She's beyond that."

"Wow, fangirl much?" Dean asks teasingly.

"If you don't fangirl over Beyoncé, there is something wrong with you."

Dean laughs. "I'm so posting that."

Castiel finally looks over his shoulder to see Dean in the doorway, his cell phone in his hand. Castiel lays his guitar on the floor, the strings vibrating loudly, and crawls over to his boyfriend.

"How much of that did you get?" he asks, because he has no doubt that if he puts any of it online, he will put all of it up.

"A lot," Dean replies. "I put you singing Bitch Better Have My Money on my Instagram story because it was too funny not to share with the world."

"You're blessing the football fans' ears with that," Castiel jokes.

"I'm pretty sure most of my followers just want pictures of you now that you don't have an Instagram," Dean tells him. "I'm pretty much the only source of Cas pictures they've got, short of random people that see you on the street."

"They'll survive," Castiel replies dismissively. He's definitely in no hurry to make any more social media accounts. It's bad enough reading tweets about him. He doesn't need to fuel that any more by giving people more places to bash him.

"Yeah, but the fans won't," Dean replies. "They need new pictures. I see people begging me for them every time I check Twitter."

Castiel shrugs. "Too bad, so sad." He pauses, then grins as an idea comes to him. "I should make a 'fan' account and post pictures from online and pictures I'm taking and see how long it takes for people to catch on."

"How are you going to get people to find your account, though?" Dean asks.

"The hard way," he replies. "Following accounts, liking a bunch of posts, and commenting a lot."

Dean chuckles and claps his boyfriend on the back. "Good luck with that, then."

"Thanks. I'm gonna need it."

Castiel pulls out his phone and downloads Instagram again. He immediately goes to name his account @MishaCollins, just like his Twitter, but that's already taken, as is @Misha, so he has to think of a more fan-based name. Finally, after many repeatedly failed attempts, he settles on @StanningMishaCollins. For a description, he puts, "I know so much about Castiel Novak that I practically am him." Not very subtle, but subtlety is overrated, anyway.